I mean, me, stoned to the brim, sitting next to a dead guy on his couch when the police arrives,. Who would want that?

Eventually his consciousness reappeared from wherever it had been in the mean (for me) meantime.

I am not totally sure  if life or god or karma did a good job by bringing him back to our earth, because as far as I know, he wasn’t that fond of life anyway.

His life, I mean and I also mean what the saying says: “to each their own.”


to be continued